The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-02

| he knew they found IL heavy. Ton
was never seen by visitors at the table
or in the parlor. At dusk he would
skulk out to join some Of
his comrades at the village grog
shops, and occasionally. but not often
was brought homo brutally intoxicat-
| ed.
Joe's wife disappointed them all. She
was plump, merry little girl, nothing
more. "A very pleasant little heathenl'
sighed Grace, after two days had passed.
II named some of the best books of re-
lirious fiction, but she never heard Of
them: and she did not know Of a single
one oil our foreign missions"
Good Mrs. Dcmming was uneasy ut
this, and that evening turned the con-
versation on doctrinal subjects. Polly
grew red.
II am a fraid," she said, II am not
clear in my ideas concerning those diff
ficult point. The truth is, after
mothers death Ind The charge of my
four brothers, and I had so little
time"
"You will have more time now" said
Isabella. 81 will mark out course OF
doctrlnal reading Tor you.
But Mary made slow progress with
her course of reading. AS time passed
and she settled down into her place in
the household she proved to DO q very
busy little woman. She had positive
talent for finding work; took her part
of the family mending, tossed up dainty
little desserts, helped Joe with his &c
10 T,,o hnI 10 /, ~
flee she took tremendous walks, advised
Mother DemminG about her fancy work,
OF copied the squire's papers for him.
"What a clerly hand you write" said
Grace one day" ] often wish mine
were not so delicate when father wor-
ries over those papers. But as for
mothers embroidery, women of her age
ought to give up that useless work when
their eyes are failing"
at does not seem useless to me-" said
Polly, gently. "She thinks you all
valueit."
"Where can Mary go on those inter
minable walks?" said Isabella one
morning to her father. "lou should
warn her about Black Lane. She might
wander into it, and bring home typhoid
fever"
"You ought to report that lane rs
nuisance, father, said his wife. at is
perpetual sink of filth and vice."
at is . disgrace to Balls Ferry that
such vratchrs en- find harbor in til
added IsaariiG They ought to be driy-
en- beyond the borough limits"
We'll, well, my dear 1t doesn't do
to be too energetic said the squire.
"They never had chance"
He was reused, however, to mention
Black Lane at u meeting of the town
burgesses that day.
Something ought to he done, or we
will have typhus among u.s." Inc said.
Something has been DONE" said
Judge Paule. 81 came through the
lane this morning, and hardly knew it.
There has been general draining and
cleaning, the dung hills are gone, the
cabins are whitewashed, the women
some of them-had actually washed theii
faces"
"What. has happened?" asked the
squire.
II heard the sound of children's
voices singing in one of the cabins, and
the men told me Il was Miss Mary's
class Some good woman has been at
work, suspect"
Miss Mary ?"-the squire's face
grew red, his eyes flashed, but he said
nothing more.
Going home he met Polly coming to
meet him. He looked at her with the
eye of a Judge Are you the good
Samaritan? Have you been in Black
Lane, my dear?"
She blushed, laughed, and stammered
"Oh, that was the most natural thing
in the world father. You know was
brought up among colored people j
know how to manage them. II was
only ditch dug here and there, few
panes Of glass and bushels Of lime.
They are good, afTectionate creatures,
and so anxious TO learn"
The matter was driven out of the
squires mind before he reached the
house, for he saw Tom skulking round
the stable door. He had returned that
day, and dull weight Of misery fell at
the sight on his fathers heart. Ton
did not enter the house until late in the
evening, when the family we're gathered
about the lawn. He came into the
room with q swagger, unshayen, hh
boots reeking Of the stable. "On pur-
pose 10 mortify u.s. thought Grace, bin
terly.
II came in TO see Joe's fine laAy
wife, he said. in loud voice. Unless
he's ashamed to introduce his scape-
grace brother.
MARY is not here said Mother Dem
ming. "Where is she Grace?"